Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I carry your painin the crease of my eyea blue shadowgaudyand complicit
Will,Aaah...Annie has already left an indelible mark on this post..i would be helpless if i was asked to better it in any way...This is unique ...i sketch too at times..but this is just different from what you could achieve with a pencil and a picture in mind....i think this is the mind..and not only the picture...mysteriously beautiful...
Pain narrows and squeezes! There must be quite a collection of these faces. Do you think they would arrange themselves into a film, as frames, and mouth silent words? I guess they have been already. Thanks, William, for sharing them with us all.
Annie: To solace my own, I collect others’ like flowers.Manik: ’tis a self-portrait, my friend.Peter: You are correct, sir.My thanks to each of you.
Migraine...blinding painon one side of my headreaching down toward my heartwhen will it stop...Great drawing, William. Very emotional.
An unscientific guess: when the head and heart are one. Thank you, Jan.
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